I have Into the Woods on loop, which may not be good because it is morbid as hell.
LSD was very trippy and I came out feeling very involved, and it's been a while.
My thoughts are either bullet points or a tangled mesh of rubber bands.
Now, as you can see, they are bullet points, only I wouldn't actually put the points because it's just too science examish.
I am not innocent, just so that you know. Even I am fakepoetjaded and cynical and miserable and listen to electronica and funk and write very tortured verse. Maybe not entirely, but I am very not inncocent and definitely fakepoet.
Don't ask me if I like my job, because I don't know.
Two people made me laugh without really realising how profoundly funny they were when they said what they said. Like, I'm still smiling about it.
Nouvelle Vague is one of my favouritest discoveries. I love.
I'm hoping you know by now where to place the bullets.
My Coreldraw just expired, and I feel terrible. I practically stole it from my previous office - and Corel was one of the few reasons why that old job was useful. I need to make a wedding card for my brother. And I need Coreldraw.
I have also lost my favourite red bandana and my prevention of screw ups diary. I lose things a lot, but these losses leave me pretty devastated. Like if I ever lost my purple jacket, I might just throw myself off a building.
I am sssssick of auditioning people.
They beat the dog at work because he bit some people. :(

And of course Henry the horse dances the waltz

Remember that awesome tumbling music that follows? Yeah, that's the awesome music that's my background score now - and honestly? It's not so awesome. What a circus, WHAT A BLOODY CIRCUS.

Beautiful, as always

I was trying to make my fingers bleed while playing the guitar. Because that shows dedication. Obviously.
What I was doing unconsciously though, was keeping my poor little heart locked up very tight in its cage of ribs.
I was looking for my kicks in those mad eyes. The only eyes I liked to stare at because they were so beautiful. Eyes I denied loving, because it seemed at that time, such a bourgeois thing to do. Falling in love. I never fell in love.
The only time I felt alive or in love was when wheels moved beneath me. I’d forget which city, which life, which lie I was leading. I’d dream freely. I could be anywhere. And I always hoped you’d be there too. Always. Someone I could share my report card and fake gold medals with. You’d laugh. You’d be dismissive. You’d be jealous. But you’d be there. Pervasive. Difficult to ignore. You’d be there. And you strangely, are.
And you're beautiful, as always. I hope you know that.

Tear out those doodled pages and horrid poetry

Sometimes, wouldn't that be wonderful? There'd be absolutely no bad blood, no bad memories, no muckiness. If you erased me, I'd erase you too. I'm certain you'd erase me first. I'm more Joel than Clementine just so that you know.
"Why aren't you anywhere?". Because you erased me fish.

So, wassup

I have lost all my bills. I think. I don't know, it sucks. My money disappears like magic.
My shoot was unexpectedly fun. You'll see it soon. Although, it isn't really that wonderful. It's just about okay.
I have my place now, but I haven't really moved out yet. Eventually, eventually.
The Oscars came and went. I kept remembering how cool it was last year, with the loadshedding et al. And not even a peep from T. Thank god for S.
My computer is full of little bugs. I need to clean it up damn soon.

I'm so ANNOYED. I'm full of nicotine and bad blood. I wish I wasn't such a small fry.

I had the worst trip ever this Holi. There were two of me and I knew another language. Then I had to come to office, mid-high and work all night. It was a very long trip.
I go out of town tomorrow for a shoot. I am excited, but sigh, it’s a veritable minefield.
Come let’s all get hot.